Tangled Up
By EverlastingFun
A/N: Quick update. But that's how I do! Well, I will do as long as my readers show me some initiative. You see, I have a small table scribbled out depicting when I will update my next story. I'll give you a little peek.
First Chapter: Post
Second Chapter: 2 reviews/50 views
Third Chapter: 4 reviews/100 views
Fourth Chapter: 8 reviews/200 views
Fifth Chapter: 16 reviews/ 400 views
Sixth Chapter: 32 reviews/800 views
Seventh Chapter: 48 reviews/1200 views… ECT.
Once I reach these quotas I will update. I mean, I like writing, but I also like knowing that people are actually reading my stuff. And if no one bothers to read it, then I could be doing something else. So, read and review. :D
"Don't move."
The cold metal shifted against his bare neck. He lifted both of his hands so they were level with his shoulder. "Hey, there princess, cal-"
"Don't call me princess!" The slight shaking in her voice didn't go unnoticed by the thief. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If she didn't calm down she was going to end up shooting him.
"Please," Flynn pleaded quietly. "Calm down."
"You broke into my house." She whined. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
Her house? This wasn't the old hag… "Look, babe."
"My name isn't Babe! Or Princess…" The metal loosened against his neck. He took the chance and immediately rolled to the side before running toward the door.
Just as he reached for the handle something jumped on top of his head. A flash of green. Flynn rolled on the floor trying to dislodge the foreign creature from his head. "Get off!" He shouted. He shook her hair out violently, but by then the small creature had crawled into his thin muscle tank. Flynn began to slap his chest where the small bulge moved quickly.
An intense pain echoed through his head and he felt himself growing dizzy. Did she just shoot me? No… not a gunshot- The world immediately went black.
Flynn opened his eyes with as much force as possible. Everything was hazy. "Oh shit, my head." He caressed the large bump protruding from his head. He tried to move his other hand but a great amount of resistance hindered him. "What the hell!?" He jumped up slightly and studied the thick metal clasped around his wrist. The handcuff was connected to a sturdy bar attached to a kitchen counter. He pulled on the cuff trying to dislodge the bar. No luck. "Shit…" He cursed.
"Struggling," He heard an intake of breath. "Struggling won't help."
He looked over to the shadows and watched as a young girl emerged from them. She was young, roughly about seventeen. But even Flynn couldn't deny her beauty. He was a good judge when it came to beautiful women, and she was… gorgeous. Long blonde tresses twisted and turned in waves around her small body, not stopping until they reached her petite ankles. Long legs stretched out of a pair of short purple bedtime shorts. The white tank top she wore with it displayed her flat pale stomach every time she moved her arms. He watched as she trembled. Flynn eyed the frying pan clutched tightly in her small pale hands. He glared at the weapon and continued to massage the bump with his free hand.
"Who are you?" She asked. Flynn looked at her with his sultry deep brown eyes as he slipped his hands into his pants pocket fingering around for a tool.
With his most seductive voice he looked at her with that irresistible smirk that no woman can deny. "Hey. How ya doin'? The name's Flynn Rider."
She furrowed her brows and repositioned her grip on the frying pan. "And why are you here Flynn Rider?" She emphasized his name as she stepped closer to him.
He pulled on the chain and inwardly sighed when it didn't budge. "Oh, you know, just hanging around."
She threw out her arm so the frying pan was inches away from Flynn's nose. "Have you come to kidnap me?" Her whisper was barely audible, but the thief still heard it.
"No!" He denied in contempt. "Why would I want to kidnap you? You seem more trouble then you're worth, quite honestly."
The heated glare she gave him made him hunker down. He pulled on the cuff. "Then why are you in my house?"
A light groan echoed from the man's throat. "Look, I'm really sorry I disturbed you. But if you'll just let me go, I'll-" A loud knocking interrupted the man. With a panicked expression his eyes shot to the door. He began to search for his lock picking tool fervently now, but he couldn't seem to find the small metal object. His gaze darted toward the door and he cursed to himself when he saw it laying outside the patio door.
Rapunzel turned towards the door when the knocking persisted. "Open up!" A booming voice echoed from behind the door.
Flynn watched Rapunzel set the frying pan on the counter and begin walking towards the door. "Wait!" Flynn cried out silently. "Hide me?"
Rapunzel watched him quizzically. "Why should I?"
"Please, I'll do anything. I can't go to jail, blondie."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything!" The pounding continued.
"Promise?"
"Promise! I promise." The girl quickly ran to his side and pulled a small silver key from her shorts pocket. She leaned down and unlocked the metal cuff. Flynn massaged the irritation around his wrist. She quickly grabbed his arm and shoved him into a narrow room directly next to a large refrigerator.
The pounding continued. "Rapunzel!" The man called. Rapunzel? Flynn questioned himself. Was that her name?
Rapunzel ran to the door quickly. Before opening it she tussled her hair and let out a big yawn. She unlocked the five heavy locks on the door and pulled it open while rubbing her eyes. "Max…" She softly whined. "What's wrong?" A large man with snow white hair neatly cut in a military style pushed his way into the hallway. Flynn watched from the crack in the door as he began looking under furniture, and behind curtains, in closets. "Max! What is going on?" Rapunzel grabbed his bicep and pulled him up from the floor.
"My men said they saw someone sneaking into the house earlier this evening. They reprimanded two of them… but the third one." Flynn clenched his fist against his side. Shit… they did see me.
"There is nobody here..."
Max turned toward her. "Then why did the house alarm go off?"
Rapunzel laughed nervously. "That was my fault. I walked down stairs, half asleep, and opened the patio door thinking it was the fridge."
Captain Maximus looked unconvinced. "Rapunzel… are you being threatened?"
"What?"
He gripped both her arms gently and peered into her eyes with intensity. "If you are hiding someone because you're afraid, you can tell me. They won't be able to hurt you."
Rapunzel shrugged him off. "Max," She placed a small hand on his clean shaven face and gave him a soft smile. "I'm alright, really."
The police captain sighed and stepped away from the young girl. He pulled her in for a half hug and kissed the crown of her head. "You are so much like your mother."
The girl laughed softly and returned the man's embrace.
"You have my number if anything happens. Be careful… Gothel isn't going to be back until-"
"I know. Late this month."
"Good girl. Go get some sleep."
Rapunzel nodded and escorted the man out. When the door shut the smile was immediately wiped from her face and replaced with one of relief. Flynn pushed his way out of the stuffy closet and stretched with a laugh. "Oh my god!" He said with a smile of relief. "That was close."
She stopped two feet in front of him and stared with large green eyes. This was the first time he actually noticed the color, and intensity of those eyes. She was remarkably beautiful. Her strong gaze bore into his. "You owe me." She stated blankly with her arms crossed over her moderate sized chest.
"Yeah, yeah." He said waving the comment away. "What do you want, Blondie?"
A sincere smile gently lit up her round face. "I want you to show me the world."
He sighed. "What?"
"You know," She ran to the counter and opened a drawer before pulling out a travel guide of Corona. "Show me the world. The world outside of this… house." He could almost taste the disdain rolling off her tongue when she mumbled the world 'house'. "The parks, the fairs, and the fireworks. And…" She looked hopeful at the small brochure.
"And?"
Her emerald eyes shot up as she looked at him. They were like a precious gem shinning in the sun. She looked so hopeful, excited, and happy. Flynn cringed. "The floating lanterns."
He raised his eyebrow. "Why would you want to see those?" She roughly smacked him with the paper. "Hey!" He jumped away from her.
"You promised! You don't get to ask questions."
Flynn sighed. "If I take you to go see the Floating Lanterns you'll let me go?"
She smiled. "Yep. And I'll even give you something else." Flynn smirked. He knew it. She was going to throw herself at him, just like every other girl. With a gently touch she pushed back her blonde hair revealing her slender, immaculate, neck. Flynn wanted to lean down and trail kisses along her throat, but he quickly shook those thoughts out of his head. She was too young, he wasn't so low that he could take advantage of a minor. "And these?"
"W-what?" He stuttered. Damnit! Flynn Rider doesn't stutter!
She tapped the large gems adorning her small ears. Flynn's eyes widened. Diamonds. "I know you are here for money. So, I figure you should at least get something." She laughed at the horrible joke she created.
Flynn didn't say anything.
"But," She continued with a triumphant smile. "It is time for bed. You have a lot you need to do with me, Flynn Rider." She said with a wink.
Flynn gulped. I'm sure she didn't mean for it to come out that way, he reassured himself.
"So, plan our first day of activities!" She turned on heel and started towards the stairs. "I'll show you to one of the guest rooms."
A room? In an extravagant house. Flynn wasn't going to pass up a good night's sleep. He followed the girl silently and watched as the strands of her hair danced as she bounced up the large staircase. Once they reached the top of the stairs Flynn was greeted with a large hallway that reminded him of a hotel. Except, at the end of the hallway a pair of hinged wooden stairs were pulled down and gently caressing the hardwood flooring. No lights in the attic were on, so why was the staircase pulled down. She suddenly stopped. Flynn was forced to stop abruptly so he didn't run the poor girl over. Rapunzel turned the knob and opened the door for the man.
Fatigue hit him like a rock being thrown at his stomach. He couldn't see much, but the outline of the bed was the only thing that mattered. He felt himself being drawn to the covers like a sailor to sirens. With heavy steps he made his way over to the giant mattress. Without a second thought he fell upon the bed. Its plush exterior embraced the rogue as he snuggled deeper into the comforter and sheets. "My god!" He moaned as the silk sheets grazed his dirty skin. It felt so nice.
A small giggle assaulted his ears and he turned his face towards the door. "Goodnight, Flynn. Sweet dreams." Flynn frowned and didn't bother returning the farewell. He just continued to bury his head into the pillows and let his eyes fall. The door closed with a soft click, followed by the rough sounds of a man snoring.
Rapunzel stood against the wall adjacent to Flynn's door with her hands folded behind her back and her eyes closed. The bright emerald orbs traveled from the floor, to his door, to the ceiling. The ivory ceiling fan spun wildly as she watched. "Goodnight Rapunzel." She whispered to herself with a sad smile before making her way to the rickety wooden staircase.